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| We had just set this up |
We’re in the process of moving as you may have heard, but
we’ve been able to take it nice and slow, which my back appreciates. That was
the idea when we started. Move one room or area at a time and avoid the chaos
of a stacked box maze in the new house. It’s hard enough to rearrange furniture
without the room being full of stuff you have to maneuver around. So, we
created a plan of attack to optimize our efforts and create a semblance of
organization. First area to be moved over was the garage, which just so
happened to be the most discombobulated space in the old house outside of my
desk area. We figured if we could move the garage first, organizing it as we
did, then if we had to store other boxes in there temporarily, then nothing
would get lost in the shuffle.
Once the garage was in place, we decided to move the back
porch and yard furniture. And the plants. Oh my god at the number of plants the
girls have accumulated in four years. We almost needed a U-Haul just for the
potted greenery and it’s still not all moved over.
From there it was the living room areas and my study.
Couches, coffee tables, book shelves–our friend, Bill, came over Saturday and
we loaded his truck, both of our vans and a Dodge Caliber four different times
and made the journey over the bridge. The garage, though organized, was once
again stacked with boxes as was the dining room. We also moved the 9-year-old’s
bedroom while she was visiting her dad. It made it easier to weed through the
years of accumulated toys and junk. It’s the same trick the girls use on me
when they want to go through my collection of supplies and papers and throw
things away. For the record, I am not a hoarder. I am a collector.
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| Where did my furniture go? |
By the time we called it quits Saturday evening and ordered
Chinese because we couldn’t find our pots and pans, the only rooms still left
at the old domicile were the bedrooms and half a kitchen. Even the dining room
and all of its chairs were gone. I had nowhere to sit! I couldn’t focus enough
to write. I was desperately in need of the return of structure and routine in
my life in order to function. I wandered the half-empty house aimlessly, lost
as to what I should be doing, even though I knew what needed done. I felt like
a ghost–in the world, but not really a part of it.
To make matters even more disjointed, our bedrooms were
still set up like normal. Nothing had changed and I could hide in there as if
nothing in the rest of the house had vanished. Yet, when I opened my bedroom
door, I was faced with the echo of a completely empty room. It was like
stepping out of one dimension and into another.
There are moments in life very similar to that feeling.
You’ve suffered a loss in your family due to divorce or death and while at work
you may trick yourself into thinking everything is normal, when you walk
through your front door it is to an empty echo. Nothing is where it was. Your
routine is thrown completely off-kilter and you now sit at the breakfast table
alone, staring at an empty chair. Loss of a career, ending of a
friendship–these things change our lives and leave echoes where a fullness used
to reside. However, as we begin to organize and decorate the new house, the
echoes vanish and life returns to a new normal. We couldn’t remain standing in
the empty room, reliving the memories that vibrated off the walls. It was time
to move on and make new memories, to have more adventures, and meet new
neighbors. It’s a time to be excited at what waits around the corner.
And we are.
Very excited.
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